“I’m heading out,” Lonnie said, checking his hair in the hallway mirror.

“You said you are going to be back after dinner, right?” Sabrina looks over from the couch.

“Yeah, it shouldn't be later than twelve but it depends on how the meeting goes. Want me to bring you anything back?” Lonnie grabbed his keys off the key ring.

“Naw, just bring your ass back home.”

“Never met a man who wanted to go to work when he has two fine 10’s at home,” Davea said, not even looking up from her phone.

“I see two 8’s and one of them doesn't even look like a full 8.” Lonnie laughed and rushed out the door as he heard heavy footsteps.

“Better run,” Davea shouted.

Two sedans set in houses that were up for sale. The sign is still set out by the sidewalk on both houses. The two-person team sitting inside didn’t even bother to hide the fact that they were watching him. Tax money wasted on these four. Lacking any skill that anybody with a half decent sense of common sense would have.

Lonnie waved at them and then left in his car. He didn’t bother shaking them as he was only going out to meet a potential employee. Someone to vent the increasing high demand his body is requesting.

At a stop light, he checked his phone for the location she said she would be at. A quick GPS scan and he made a right turn. A row of townhouses appeared in his view and he glanced back down at the number before checking the street's signs.

Looking for 1204 but this is 3000.

He drove to the next street sign.

4000? I need to turn around.

A quick look both ways to make sure no car incoming; he made a u-turn. Upon pulling up to the street, a lady standing on the curb talking to an older woman walking a huge brown coat dog. The young lady fit the pic she sent but she kept touching her stomach during the conversation. Not that she looks bloated but he remembers his mum doing the same hand movement. Touching slightly below the belly button and rubbing it. Or hand resting on her back as if it hurt. Given her impressive breasts on her small stature, maybe her back did hurt.

In that v-cut, flora dress that stops a little beyond her upper thigh. Those legs were almost as thick as his without the definition he got from training. He watches her pull out a phone from a small hand purse and then his own ding.

Sally: Is that you in a white SUV?

Lonnie replied and pulled up beside them, throwing open the door when the car rolled to a stop.

“Hello, madame,” Lonnie said, holding out his hand to the older woman.

The blond grabbed his hand in a firm grip, smiling all the while.

“What a handsome young man.” She looked between him and Sally and then pulled on her dog’s leash. “I’ll let you get going.”

“Don’t forget what I said about the yeast. It’ll really turn your bread around if you do it as I said.” Sally winked.

“I won’t and you take care. Don’t let him run around, ya hear.” The lady slowly disappeared down the street with a happy gait, looking back every now and then.

Lonnie chuckled and shook his head. He held out his hand. “Are you sure you want to accept this job in your condition?”

“Why wouldn’t I? The benefits are amazing.” Sally took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the passenger side, helping her in.

Did she take off her ring recently or before? The skin is lighter in that ring than the rest of the area.

A sedan slowly drove by but all they got for their pictures was the tinted window of the passenger door after it closed. He hustled to the driver side, ignoring the terrible cops.

“How many months are you?” He gestured at her stomach with his eyes even though her dress didn’t show any signs.

“Oh, four months,” Sally said.

“The husband doesn’t have any problems with this?”

“We are separated and there is nothing holding me back unless you don’t like pregnant women?” Sally put a hand on his leg and smiled.

Lonnie's nose twitched and he laughed. “I don’t have a problem with it and I'm curious about whether a pregnant pussy is as good as people say.”

“You won’t be disappointed then.” She tossed her hair aside and leaned across the center console. “How about I give a demonstration?”

Oh, a little too straight forward for a couple thousand bucks. She definitely isn’t desperate for money. That handbag is at least three hundred. The pedi and Mani are brand new, probably earlier today.

A car honk and Lonnie stop watching her get his dick out. He continued driving but after she started to put in work. Those little pink lips spread out over his dick and he felt her tongue along the hood of his mushroom cap.

Damn! Not bad, not bad at all.

He shifted his ass a little and leaned the seat back a little. Then he pulled into a fast food joint where the line moved an increment at a time. Her head bobbed up and down, that bundle of brown hair that looked slightly reddish when the sunlight hit it just right, whipped lash his legs.

Damn, I’m not a slurpee!

She didn’t even come up for a breath.

“Damn,” he grunt, slapping his foot back down on the brake.

Sally lifts her head, wiping away the strand of saliva connecting her to the coated dick.

“You Okay,” she said, smiling.

I’m Okay? You almost ripped my spine through my dick.

Lonnie rubbed his thighs, and eased up to the window. “Do you want anything?”

“Oh.” She looked out the window and bit her lip, her fingers tapping his arm that he had to rest on the console. “I don’t really like this place, but-t… Let me get a milkshake, vanilla.”

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“Gotcha,” Lonnie said.

“So what do you think? I’m worth the baggage?”

“Eh, we’ll see in the coming days.”

“Big standards if that couldn’t impress you.”

“Oh, it was impressive but not enough for me to impulsively make a decision without getting an understanding of what you are like. After all, you will be seeing a side of me that my family hasn’t. I have to know if you can endure the stress I’m inclined to put your body through.” Lonnie eased up to the window.

“Welcome to Frosty Queens! What can I get for you?” A blond smiled and winked.

Lonnie chuckled and leaned out the window. “Two milkshakes. One vanilla and the other chocolate. Mediums.”

“Okay, Two medium milkshakes, vanilla and chocolate. Total is eleven ninety-five. Will that be cash or card?”

“Card.” He handed it over a black card.

“So the application didn’t explain all what you wanted me to do. Well, other than the sex on demand, and possibilities for showing up at banquets.” She leaned against the door

It didn’t take her but a second to rest a hand on her stomach. Lonnie took back the card and moved to the next window.

“Like you said, I’m need sex on demand, when I messaged you. I will already be on my way to you. If you can’t meet the demand for that time. Notified me ahead of time. This way I can move to the back-up.” Lonnie grabbed the two milkshakes and passed hers over. “The banquets are just a cover for me to sneak out under the nose of the police that are stalking me.”

Sally’s brow rose. “You’re not into anything illegal?”

Instead of responding, he pulled the car into a parking spot and threw it into park. Started eating his milkshake while looking at her grow increasingly nervous.

“I’m not saying you can’t do it if you are.” She used her spoon to make defensive gestures. “I just wanted to know if I needed to prepare an alibi or something.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said after a bit. “I’m not under investigation and they are probably just suspicious of my financial growth. Looking for something to tie me down and stake me. However, I’m clean and everything I do is legal.”

“Oh,” she mumbled, “well, is there anything else I need to do or just going to these banquets with you ?”

“There will be times I take you out to act as my girlfriend. At that time, I’ll let you know ahead of time what the dress code is. Other times, it is just a sexual relationship.” Lonnie put the half-eaten milkshake into the cup holder. “Also if you need a house or medical coverage. Let me know, I’ll get that stuff.”

“How many other women are there or is that classified information?”

“Two right now. I’ll expand as needed if you two can’t handle the current rotation.” He put the car into drive and got back onto the highway.

“Honestly, I think we are enough.” Sally put her empty milkshake into the holder and tilted his, snatching it up upon seeing it held something for her to eat.

Greedy isn’t she or is she pushing hard because she has an agenda that aligns with the government. Background check needed.

“Let’s wait and see.”

“Do you mind if I ask if you have a wife or primary girlfriend?” Sally licked the spoon.

“I do.”

“Is she accepting of this?” Sally waves a milkshake between them.

“Her idea,” he said, “she noticed my predicament before I did. That after a session, I would sometimes still be hard. Which at first, didn’t bother her because she was Okay with going seven rounds. Now she’s not fine with the way my mind snapping to sex and just resting in that zone.”

“Oh, so it’s not a normal level of lust that rich guys are into.”

“Nope, I’m a genetically altered human. I can do magical stuff and you might see it occasionally.”

“Really?” She shows a skeptical face. “Like Harry Potter magic or Marvel's magic?”

“More like marvel.”

“That’s neat.”

“Why do you sound like you are doubting me and did you eat anything?”

“Why are you giving me that look? It’s just a milkshake.”

“Two milkshakes.”

“One and a half.”

“Three if put in a small cup.”

“Wow, you are unbelievable!”

“I’m not judging but if you are hungry. We can order in. Almost there.”

She looked around but all around them were tall buildings. The cars were moving at a snail pace, 25 mph.

“Downtown? You have a condo or something?”

“I do, right above a club.”

“Impressive that you own a club downtown.”

Lonnie laughed and pulled into an underground garage. He drove to the garage door and it opened after a second.

“They scanned my tags and opened it from the front desk,” he replied to her stunned face.”

“What if there is nobody at the desk when you need to park?” Sally grabbed her purse and the two cups, only then did she get out.

“I’ll leave it parked outside.”

“The life of rich people.”

Lonnie got out and led her towards the elevator. Waiting on the elevator to come down, he turned Sally. “You can come here from now on. Instead of waiting at the curb. The guards can send someone to pick you up if you don’t have a car.”

The elevator opened and they stepped in. He took out his vibrating phone and started replying to some messages from Ethan asking about him.

“Wow, I see why people want to be sugar babies.” Sally looked at the large living room with a chandelier in the middle of the floor. Off to the sides were spiral staircases that curve to a second floor.

“You can stay here if you and your husband get into a situation. He won’t be able to step foot in the elevator if he isn’t a tenant. Also all banquets or meetings will be held in this building.” Lonnie spoke while looking at his phone.

His steps took him up the staircase and down one of the marble hallways.

“Restaurant in the building,” Sally asked, running her hands over the railing.

“Well, we have personal chefs and the other mistress is here. She is at the pool which is on the rooftop. A lot of other employees at my job stay here. The high level ones and their mistresses also hang around. So you won’t not have someone to talk to if you feel stressed or anything.” Lonnie stopped at an open doorway without a matching door.

“Fancy, fancy.” Sally poked her head into the room.

“This is my room and on the left side is an open bedroom. You can take it if you want.” He leaned against the doorway, slipping his phone into his back pocket.

“So is this where you leave me to wander around this mansion inside of an average building? Searching for your little secrets that will tell me something about you?” She smiled brightly, running a finger in between two buttons, and scraping the skin of his chest with her fingernail. “Like what kind of rich man sleeps on a Victorian four poster bed that could fit a harem? Is this the thoughts of someone seeing himself as a king? Standing over millions? Every word and action dictate the life from when they are born to when and where they die?”

Lonnie smiled and tilted his head against the door; his expression said ‘continue.’

“How about the open closet where I can see rows and rows of suits, trench coats in every shade of dark colors. This conflicts with the way the room is set up. Which makes me fall back on some of my favorite romance stories of the Rich, powerful man with a hidden past full of trauma but a heart of good.” Sally unbuttoned the button her thumb played with and she went to the next.

“What really gets me is that as we walked up the stairs. Past the portraits of yourself, the marble bust of your big head, the jewelry showcase in glass cages. You never once look at them. So this isn’t your idea, right?” Sally stared up into his brown eyes with a smug grin.

“True. The designers thought it would allow me to intimidate business partners if I brought them here.” Lonnie grabbed her hands and pushed them aside. “But I don’t have a past trauma or anything.”

“Oh, then the color scheme?” Sally tilted her head towards the closet, lips spread wider when he pressed her against the wall with his body.

“Fashion designers think I will make a bigger statement by not being obvious with my style of clothes. The other side has jumpers and the like.”

“How about we stop talking and do what we both want to do right now?” Sally grabbed his flapping shirt wings and gave a soft pull.

Not wanting to be the one to disappoint, he met her lips, crushing them at first. Being rough and forceful but the taste of peach lip gloss made him pull back. He ignored her confused expression, the heat walking the tightrope between their faces, and turned her around. Her face against the cold, egg-white wall.

He grabbed her dress but she’s a step ahead of him, pulling it up over her ass, and thrusting it out for him.

Does she really want it? Is she really playing a fantasy in her head or is this just how good the new agents are? Willing to give up the happiness of their marriage for the job? Interesting.

Clacking of the belt hitting the floor reverberated throughout the hall but the series of grunts and curses soon replaced what could have been an excellent classical.